v2 Chapter 773： I want to learn the flute to defend against the enemy

Chapter 775

"Don't waste any more time, continue on your way, try to reach Duanbi before dark, and spend the night there."

Luo Zhan frowned, raised his whip while speaking, and flicked it lightly in the void.

"Let's go!"

When the leader of the guard heard the whip, he roared angrily, and the convoy set off immediately.

"Broken wall? Is it the place where Alta was ravaged when we came?"

When Shitou heard the word Duanbi, his small eyes lit up, and he gestured to wipe his neck.

"Look at how you look. It's the master who abused you, not you."

Wang Meng retorted habitually.

"The young master also stabbed him, and it should be the first merit."

Shi Shi was not convinced, and pointed his thumb to his nose, feeling extremely frightened.

"Let's go, if that person is really bloody, it will definitely be another sleepless night tonight."

Lin Jinlong's face was a little dignified, he patted Shi Shi on the shoulder, and beckoned his brothers to get on the camels.

"Bloody Hand Du Sha is not here for us, what are you afraid of?"

Stone muttered unconvinced.

"Bloody Hand Du Sha is here, can the barbarians be far behind?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes at him angrily: "Is your brain blocked by paste?"

"Master is here..., hey, wait for me..."

Shi Shi still wanted to refute, but he shut his mouth embarrassingly when he saw his brothers all got on the camel.

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The ruins on the edge of the desert were buried in the wind and sand, just like when the Tathagata came, there was no change at all.

As the sun set, the caravan arrived smoothly.

Luo Zhan ordered to set up a tent in a sheltered position and bury the pot for cooking.

The young men also set up three tents, set up the stove skillfully, gathered around the fire, chatted and laughed, and waited for dinner.

Wang Meng and Lin Jinlong were busy around the stove, Lin Qingluo took out the spirit peach, and gave one to each of his brothers as a fruit before meals.

"Master, I want to learn the sound of the flute to fend off the enemy, and practice as advanced spells as my master."

With red ears, Mo Canglan held up a bamboo flute and quietly moved to Lin Qingluo's side.

"Can brother Lan play the flute? Do you have any foundation?"

Lin Qingluo smiled and beckoned him to sit down with a smile.

"Just getting started, I can't play well."

Mo Canglan embarrassedly disturbed the back of her head: "I can only play the simplest tune."

"Blow one for us."

The eyes of the brothers were all attracted, Shitou talked quickly and hecked vigorously.

"Brother Lan, don't be nervous."

Lin Qingluo smiled warmly and gave him encouragement: "Just play a song you are most familiar with."

"Um."

Mo Canglan mustered up his courage, raised the bamboo flute to his lips, and played softly.

The rhythm of the flute is bright, melodious and pleasant, like the pure flow of mountain streams and streams, and like the ding-dong of spring water, crisp and melodious.

When the song fell, applause broke out.

Not only did the brothers' eyes shine, they clapped their hands and applauded loudly, the caravan guards who were not far away were also in a good mood and gave them applause without hesitation.

"Brother Lan is too modest."

Lin Qingluo's eyes showed appreciation, and he joked with a smile: "You are just getting started, no one dares to claim to be able to play the flute."

"hey-hey."

Mo Canglan rubbed his nose and smiled mischievously: "I can play this piece, other pieces are really not good."

"One song is enough Lin Qingluo smiled: "At least practicing flute sounds is more than enough to defend against the enemy. "

"Master, do you agree to teach me the art of defending against enemies?"

Mo Canglan's eyes lit up, and his excited heart beat faster.

"Um."

Lin Qingluo's eyes were shining brightly, with an incomparably convincing courage.

"Close your eyes, and I will teach you the spell."

??Thank you little fairy Zimei for the monthly pass.

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(end of this chapter)